Being alone is not a bad thing. It is not the same as being lonely. One can listen to the inner sense with much greater clarity when the only sounds are of one's own choosing.
Sitting alone among the familiar
The gentle hiss of the lantern
Provides a quiet comfort.
Sipping bourbon, the good stuff,
I contemplate changes made,
More for my own sake
Than for others.
My spirit searches the familiar
Seeking the hidden
The unknown
Answer that lies behind
A translucent veil
Reveals just enough
To glimpse the promise
Relentlessly driving me onward.